Our chests rise and fall in sync, and I’ve never felt more connected to someone than I do at this moment. I can’t explain it, but for the first time in my life, I get it.
My knuckles grip the sheets around us, turning white with restraint when thankfully, Stevie’s fingernails scratch against the skin of my shoulder blades, her hips pressing up, needing movement.
I pull back before I drive into her, deep and slow.
“Oh my God, Zee.” She holds on to me, her arms keeping me close as I continue my torturous pace. “You feel amazing.”
“Sweetheart,” I laugh, lifting to look at her. “My ego is already fucking huge, and I’m trying not to come in under thirty seconds, so leave the praising to me, please.”
Her smile is soft and cute, so I press my lips to hers before I thrust forward again, filling her. Her moans are breathy, laced with need, like music to my ears.
I can’t help but watch as her full lips part, her ocean eyes locked on mine, and her tits bouncing against my chest with every intentional push. The amount of eye contact would’ve been alarming a few months ago, but now, I can’t look away. I need to see my effect on her. I need her to see her effect on me.
“I like you so much, Zee,” she whispers, stroking a hand down my face, her eyes soft and with so much sincerity.
My forehead falls to her chest as I continue my movements, needing to hide a bit.
Her words are something I didn’t think I would ever hear, especially with the meaning behind them. They fill me with the hope that maybe one day there will be even more between us. That maybe one day I will love this woman, and maybe somehow, she will find a way to love me.
I didn’t think that was possible before her, but maybe my future isn’t as bleak as I once assumed.
My breath swirls with her damp skin. “You have no idea how much I needed you, Stevie.”
She tilts her cheek against mine, her hand cupping the back of my head, holding me to her. “I needed you too.”
I pull back to look at her, her eyes begging for me. “But what I really need is for you to give me more. So, I want you to fuck me so hard you smack me in the face with that chain around your neck, please.”
My head falls to her shoulder in laughter. “My wild fucking girl.” Kissing her lips, we chuckle into each other, putting the emotional stuff on pause.
I wrap my hand around the base of her throat, lightly choking her, the amusement between us shifting. “Then I want to hear you beg my name like a fucking prayer, Stevie girl.”
She whimpers, arching off the mattress and pushing her hips into mine.
And with that, my thrusts are deeper. Punishing. Unrelenting. The base of my spine is buzzing, ready to come, but I concentrate on making sure she gets there first.
“Oh my God,” she cries. “Right there. Don’t stop, Zee. Please, don’t stop.”
I don’t stop. I continue my same pace and pressure as I watch the euphoria take over her pretty freckled face. Her lips have fallen open as her eyes connect and hold my attention, making me lost in them the way I usually am around the aqua-eyed beauty.
Two more heavy thrusts and Stevie’s nails dig into my ass, her walls tightening around me and her back arching off the mattress. I come right with her, thankful I could somehow hold back until she was ready.
Her name comes off my lips, sandwiched between a few breathy curse words before she captures my mouth with hers. Her hand cups the back of my neck as we unconsciously continue to move together. Eventually, my heaving body falls limp on top of hers as she gently strokes my back. I continue to kiss her softly until both of our breathing slows, and we melt into the bed, holding one another.
“We’re going to do that all night.”
She laughs below me. “Yes, please.”
Leaning up, we hold each other’s eye for a moment before I nudge her nose with mine and capture her soft lips once more. “Mine,” I murmur against them.
“So very caveman of you.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum. “Mine.” I kiss her mouth. “Mine.” My lips move to her throat. “Mine.” I thrust my hips against hers.
Taking her hand, I pull her thumb between my lips before using my teeth to gently remove the gold ring she always nervously spins. But I don’t replace it. Not on her hand, at least. Instead, I slip it onto my empty pinky finger, claiming it. And her.
“Mine,” I repeat.
Looking up with eager eyes, I wait for what she has to say.
She curves her hand around my neck, pulling my lips to hers. “Yours,” she confirms.
31
STEVIE
A heavy arm holds me tightly to a firm chest as my eyes blink open from sleep.
Not that I slept much, if at all.
After our first round, Zanders and I hopped in the shower, which quickly led to a rough and filthy second round, regardless that we were trying to get clean. Then sometime in the middle of the night, when he woke up with my ass firmly nestled against his dick, the third round of soft and slow ensued.
Condoms were quickly abandoned when I told him I was on the pill, and even though the amount of sleep I got was slim to none, it was deep and restful thanks to Zanders’ expensive as shit mattress and the fact that my body was absolutely demolished by the defenseman next to me.
Zanders’ hand rests on my lower stomach as I sleep on my side, facing away from him. And I’m not going to lie, I sucked a sharp inhale when he first touched me there, but just as I’ve done since I met the man behind me, I let it go, remembering he really doesn’t give a fuck that I have a little extra on that part of my body.
“Morning.” His voice is hoarse and raspy but fucking beautiful to my ears. He swings one giant tree trunk of a leg around me, pulling me closer.
“Morning.” I turn around to face him, my naked body pressed against his.
Zanders’ smile is soft and genuine as he gently plays with my hair. “Your hair is amazing.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t even want to know what it looks like. Curls getting wet in the shower then dried in bed is a terrible combination.”
“Don’t forget to add that they were wrapped around my fist too.”
“Ah yes, how could I forget.”
“I don’t know,” he sighs. His hand trails to my ass, taking a handful in his grasp. “I’m never going to forget anything about last night. In fact, I’m not sure I’ll be able to shut up about it.”
I hold on to his middle, resting my arm there. “You have to. This has to be a secret.”
His face falls slightly before recovering. “I know.” He grips the underside of my thigh, pulling me up to straddle him.
Clearly, we need to discuss this and figure out where our boundaries lie outside of Zanders’ penthouse, but all I can concentrate on is how much I wouldn’t mind round four with the beautiful naked man below mine.
Crossing my hands over his chest, I rest my chin there, my knees bent on either side of his hips. He continues to look at me like a whole new man. Soft and sweet, though I think maybe he always was this person. He just didn’t let anyone see.
“The amount of attention you get is overwhelming,” I mutter under my breath.